Songtext von Hunting for the black september

Little black bird that sullies the earth; depart to where deserts converge The ending of war, detains to befall; sustain their endeavor to fall Hunting for the black september Hunting for the black september Hunting for the black september Hunting for the black september Render your wastes, on the spires of pray; garnish the lands of dismay Claims of bequest emerge in contest; absolve and relinquish distress Hunting for the black september Hunting for the black september Hunting for the black september Hunting for the black september Herald of prey, give rise to decay; ascend the afflictions of fray Besmirch and appease, contribute relief; forsake a solution of peace Hunting for the black september Hunting for the black september Hunting for the black september Hunting for the black september